It is days like these that I get so sick of popiahs. Today I vonlunteered my services to accompany my grandfather at the hospital, and I ate 2 popiahs by myself. My grandfather was sleeping most of the time so all I did was read Newsweek and eat popiahs and drink Ribena and beat my own high scores and read newspapers. I even tried to memorise an entire passage and pretended to be a news presenter as I mouthed out the words.




The Nads came by with their mummy and my favourite little Nadhrah was looking at fishes in the pond when she suddenly fell into the pond. TRY PICTURING IT! I couldn't help but laugh because after that she reeked of fishes and she was so horrified that she behaved herself after that. She was dripping wet so she was shipped to my aunt's place naked and with Asy's sweater draped around her. POOR LITTLE GIRL.






After my aunts came, I met Sid who was also visiting at Changi. We decided to study (or at least she did) and I ended up doing other things. All I did was read Darcy's proposal over and over again because I find him so very charming and honest. For the entire time that we were there, I only read that few pages. My mind was drifting and I feel lost. Lost, unsure, aimless and senseless. I made Sid take a walk with me because when my steps are in stride, so are my thoughts and senses. I am thus recharged by a good walk. Going home was a chore, thank god there were buses at all when I finally reached the interchange.

I love stills. I love how they can capture a moment and preserve it in a way that memory and reality cannot, how they are able to incite the feelings and emotions that it embodies and how they are able to convey a thousand and one meanings.

There are alot of things that you do not know.